I knew that particular session was going to leave me a little bit disturbed. Since I knew, you’ll wonder, why did I let it. Some of us cannot just manage these emotions, you don’t let it, it just happens. It actually did not leave me “a little bit disturbed”, I have been worried since that session on Wednesday evening.
One look at the X ray reports; she has to have a surgery. The she here is Ziim, like Mesooma will call her in the center Ziimooo. I had her X ray reports of February 2013 and the most recent one of three weeks ago. I juxtaposed both of them on a single power point page for easy comparison.
Surgeries seem to be cup most children with Cerebral Palsy must drink, particularly ones with spastic quadriplegia like Ziim. If it’s not muscle (tendon) lengthening, it’s one form of hip surgery or the other which could be one or bilateral. The cup right before Ziim is hip surgery, what they call pelvic (hip) osteotomy, in my language, to cut the bone and do some reconstruction. Now you see why I am not a just little bit disturbed, but really disturbed. This was a session with the orthopedic surgeon and the physiotherapists.
Since the week started, Ziim has been following the program drawn up for her. Five different physiotherapists have worked with her, each making h/her own individual assessment. Let say that we have been having fun. We were all now meeting with the orthopedic surgeon, and he seems to have spoilt my fun.
I say my fun because Ziim is oblivious of everything. And that is the more reason why I am worried, I do not want her fun spoilt . I just want what will improve the quality of life.
Not minding the state of my mind, Thursday, I took her to all the program she had. School is definitely the one she likes most. I am not sure which she likes more though, the special education teachers or the activities they do with her. Each time her class is over, she never wants to go. So it was yesterday, she cried so much that two of them escorted us to the elevator, one went back and the other went to lunch with us.
Night came, Ziim is sleeping, but I sat here all night, dear blog, looking for answers. I should be praying, but that too has evaded me, all I ask; must she drink this cup?????